The poor monk who wears books will not go to hell

Piaoxiu Pavilion.

Because of Qu Huairen's death, Liu Jianzong sent Elder Qin Zhen to deal with Ren Huaying's affairs.

Qin Zhen looks like he is 30 years old, with a serious face and a wrinkle in the shape of the word "Chuan" between his eyebrows.

He followed Chu Liao to Ren Huaying's recuperating room, saw Ren Huaying who had woken up, and asked directly, "What's the matter?"

"Second Master." Ren Huaying's face was pale, and he called out weakly.

Qin Zhen checked carefully with his spiritual sense, and said: "Your dantian is damaged, I will take you back to the sect for treatment."

"Thank you uncle." Ren Huaying smiled.

Chu Liao was a little puzzled, could it be that Liujianzong had already found Zhengyi Pill?But after all, this is someone else's business, and it's not easy for her to ask.

"Piaoxiu Pavilion is also responsible for this matter. Elder Qin can rest assured that Piaoxiu Pavilion will give Guizong a satisfactory explanation."

Unexpectedly, Qin Zhen shook his head and said: "The headmaster said before I left that the noble pavilion was also implicated this time, and Elder Lin also died at the hands of Lu Qiuming, so the headmaster asked me to ask Pavilion Master Chu a word, Would Pavilion Master Chu be willing to participate in the plan to destroy the Demon Palace?"

Chu Liao was startled, and asked without changing his expression: "Destroy the Demon Palace?"

Qin Zhen nodded and said: "The head of the sect has already sent invitations to other sects, inviting all sects to discuss the matter of destroying the Demon Palace."

Chu Liao replied: "The devil's palace is unscrupulous in my jurisdiction of Piaoxiu Pavilion. As the owner of the pavilion, I naturally want to seek justice for Piaoxiu Pavilion."

Only then did Qin Zhen's eyes soften a little, he helped Ren Huaying and said to Chu Liao: "Huaying's injury is serious, let's go first."

Magic Palace.

Everyone in the palace was busy preparing for the dinner, Lu Qiuming was teaching Chun Wu and Zhao Yuan how to practice, at this time, Ning Lu came to report.

"Your Majesty, we have received news that Qin Zhen picked up Ren Huaying from Piaoxiu Pavilion, but Ren Huaying died of serious injuries on the way."

Lu Qiuming was stunned for a moment, and said: "With Qin Zhen protecting him, why did Ren Huaying die?"

Ning Lu paused for a moment, and said again: "Liu Jianzong plans to recruit new disciples recently."

Lu Qiuming pondered, these two things seemed normal, but he always felt that something was wrong.

"Is there any other news?"

Ning Lu replied: "There seems to be a change in the various sects, and the subordinates think that they seem not to let it go."

"Indeed, this deity has already expected this day, but," he paused for a moment, he still asked, "Can Rufo Sect participate?"

Ning Lu said expressionlessly: "Yes."

Lu Qiuming nodded and said, "Okay, go down and make arrangements. The Demon Palace needs to fortify its defenses and check every part carefully. Also, don't spread this matter to the monk's ears."

Ninglu led the way down.

Lu Qiuming told Chun Wu and Zhao Yuan to practice on their own. He came to He Jilin's courtyard by himself and saw that he was reading a book, so he leaned over to take a look and asked, "I thought you were reading Buddhist scriptures, but I didn't expect You will also read this kind of miscellaneous books."

He Jilin ignored him.What he read was the knowledge written by some casual cultivators. Those casual cultivators had traveled around and experienced countless experiences, and the articles they wrote were quite interesting.

Lu Qiuming stood behind him and leaned over to read a few lines, then suddenly said: "You'd better stop reading this book."

He Jilin looked back slightly, "Why?"

"This man said that when he was traveling in the wilderness, he saw a fire bird that was suspected to be a monster. It was shaped like a crow, its body was red, its eyes were as big as copper bells, its sound was deafening, and its mouth spewed flames. This is completely untrue."

"How to say?"

Lu Qiuming straightened up and explained: "The fire bird does belong to the demon clan, but it's not red all over, its belly is white, and its eyes are not as big as copper bells, and its song is not that scary."

He Jilin closed the book and replied calmly: "It's just an exaggeration, why bother to be serious?"

Lu Qiuming shook his head and retorted, "This is irresponsible."

He Jilin didn't bother to argue with him, and asked: "What's the important thing for the benefactor Luqiu to find the poor monk?"

Lu Qiuming laughed and said, "The dinner party is coming, can the monk honor me and go with me?"

He Jilin refused in his heart, so he lowered his eyes and did not look at Lu Qiuming's expectant gaze, and replied: "The poor monk needs to practice, so he can't go, please forgive me, Lord Luqiu."

Lu Qiuming thought he was thinking of the misunderstanding at the last banquet, and said: "I was narrow-minded before, this time I will take it as an apology."

After the other party said so, He Jilin couldn't refuse anymore, and Lu Qiuming personally invited him as the master of the Demon Palace, but he still didn't have the courage to refuse it categorically.

"Benefactor Luqiu spoke too seriously."

When it was time for the dinner, Lu Qiuming sat alone at the top seat, and He Jilin and Chun Wu sat at the left seat.

Lu Qiuming ordered everyone to do whatever they wanted, and he himself walked up to He Jilin and said, "I'll toast you a glass." After saying that, he drank it all in one gulp.

Everyone saw it and knew that their palace lord attached great importance to Monk Ji Lin, so they weighed it in their hearts a few times.

He Jilin got up and paid back.

Lu Qiuming returned to his seat with satisfaction, and everyone raised their glasses to respect him, and he never refused to come.

Sitting next to He Jilin, Fei Han approached him with a smile and said, "It's the same scene when I first met Jilin."

He Jilin looked at him.

"Don't blame Your Majesty either. At that time, it would be someone else if it wasn't you. You also know Your Majesty's attitude towards the righteous way." Fei Han explained.

He Jilin understood very well, nodded and said: "The poor monk understands."

Seeing that he really didn't care, Fei Han showed a smile on his face, and said: "Now everyone in the palace knows that you saved His Majesty, everyone is very grateful to you, and someone will come to pay respects later..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw five of his brothers coming to He Jilin's case with wine glasses. They first bowed and saluted, and then said: "Buddha, we were reckless before, but Buddha forgave us , but our hearts are still uneasy, this cup of wine is to the Buddha, Buddha, you can do whatever you want."

The five of them also had true temperaments. After drinking to the end, they smirked at He Jilin and returned to their seats.

He Jilin had a good impression of the Demon Palace in his heart.

After drinking for three rounds, the dancers came up to perform dances, with jade-white skin and exquisite figures looming under the light veil, charming and enchanting, alluring. The so-called full and warm people will naturally have other needs, and everyone is fascinated.

He Jilin looked down at the teacup in front of him, and Chun Wu was still drinking with his eyes squinted beside him.

Lu Qiuming originally thought that his subordinates should just arrange for these dancers to add to the fun, but unexpectedly, those dancers gradually moved closer to those present after only dancing for a while.

Lu Qiuming's complexion gradually turned pale.

"Buddhist, since you have left Rufo sect, how about having fun with us?" the man with the scar yelled desperately.

Everyone agreed, only Fei Han said silently: "Stupid."

Before He Jilin could respond, someone stood up and said, "Your Majesty, please allow this subordinate to leave first." It was Ning Lu, a woman who was really not suitable to stay in this kind of place.

Lu Qiuming naturally agreed.

Ning Lu stepped out of the hall resolutely, and Fei Han came to his senses, got up and asked Lu Qiuming to allow him to go back, and after getting Lu Qiuming's permission, he quickly left the hall.

At this time, a dancer girl had already walked to He Jilin's side. The dancer girl sat down slowly, lifted the teapot and poured a cup for He Jilin. Tea."

Lu Qiuming on the seat couldn't help clenching the wine glass in his hand.

Although He Jilin didn't look at the dancer girl, he took the teacup, brought it to his lips, and was about to drink it.

The wine glass in Lu Qiuming's hand instantly turned into powder.He stood up abruptly, came to He Jilin's case amidst everyone's surprised eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Monk, come with me."

He Jilin was as motionless as a mountain, still holding the wine glass, raised his eyes to look at Lu Qiuming, and said: "The poor monk hasn't drunk the tea yet."

Lu Qiuming's face became more solemn, he glanced at the dancer girl sharply, and then looked at He Jilin again, with a strong sense of threat.

He Jilin knew that he was forcing himself to agree with the life of an innocent woman, his heart sank suddenly, was his guess correct?Lu Qiuming told him...

He put down the teacup, stood up and said, "Let's go."

Lu Qiuming led him to walk in the magic palace, and the two were silent all the way.The further He Jilin walked, the more he felt that his conjecture was very likely. It was not that he had never seen a man fall in love with a man in another time and space. He understood and blessed him, but when it fell on him, he still resisted a little.

He sighed in his heart: I hope that I am being passionate.

Not long after, Lu Qiuming brought him to a secluded house.The house is very chic, and the courtyard has been cleaned very cleanly.

Lu Qiuming stopped for a while, then suddenly said in a low voice: "Monk, can you accompany me in to see my mother?"

He Jilin looked at his lonely side face, and couldn't help laughing at himself, he was really self-indulgent.

"Can't you monks save the souls of the dead? Can you recite the Zen scriptures for my mother?"

How could He Jilin refuse?

The two came to the house together, the house is very simple, there is only one tablet in the hall, it must be Lu Qiuming's mother Qiu Ling.

Lu Qiuming first knelt down and saluted a few times, and then said: "Please trouble the monk."

He Jilin said lightly: "You are welcome, Luqiu benefactor, this is what poor monks should do." He sat cross-legged on the futon, clasped his hands, closed his eyes, and began to recite Buddhist scriptures.

Lu Qiuming still knelt beside him, listening to his recitation, his heart gradually calmed down.

He looked sideways at the monk's solemn and solemn face, just looking at it like this, he would feel a sense of satisfaction that he had never felt before, and besides the satisfaction, there was also a desire to get close .

He Jilin was concentrating on saving the undead, completely unaware that Lu Qiuming was looking at him with complicated and aggressive eyes.

He was chanting Buddhist scriptures, and after a while, he felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier. He tried hard to open them, but he couldn't do it anyway. After struggling for a long time, he finally couldn't hold on and fell into the darkness.

Lu Qiuming caught his limp body, with a smile on his lips, and said to the memorial tablet: "Mother, I will come to see you later." After saying that, he directly hugged He Jilin and left the room.